Although I am a stay at home mother every year at Christmas I am fortunate enough to get work in the local Ice Rink. Every year the owners recognise the skills that I have and implore me to become a vital part of a vibrant team of young ambitious workers. There’s that and the fact that the owners are my aunt and uncle!! Either way I love being a part of the work force even for such a short time.
Serving the public is not for the faint of heart. The vast majority of people are kind and courteous, wait their turn and are grateful for anything that you can do for them. Then there are the others……
A great source of amusement at the box office was the numerous people who would attempt to get a ticket at a reduced rate. 12 and over is a adult ticket so therefore logic would dictate you had to be 11 to get the more appealing price for a child. Men at least 6 foot tall with a mustache would plead innocence when challenged about their age. You gotta love a trier.
Standing in the skate dock one afternoon a lady on the ice grabbed my attention. She sat her child over the barrier and said to me without a smile on her face said. ‘Is he supposed to have skates on him?’ It took me a minute to actually understand the situation. She had come to a rink, paid €13 to bring her child out on the ice and somehow thought that he did not have to put ice skates on to go ice skating on ice. My jaw still drops when I think about that one.
Working behind the shop could be full of fun. Once such phenomenon is the six giggling teens who all want a diet coke and a bar. Here’s the catch… they all stand behind one another and order individually… the…. exact….same….thing. No chance of…. Oh while you are over there all five of us want drinks. Nope. They would rather see my little legs work like a flintstone outcast over and back and over and back. On the plus side it was great exercise.
Well it’s all said and done for another year and I feel lucky to have been a part of the team. It gave me an outlet from the children and also made me feel very lucky to be able to stay at home and watch them grow. See you all for the next big freeze!!!
I do enjoy Christmas. I’m not fanatical about it but i’m no Grinch either. As the childer will be with their Dad the next two weekends, today was the day to erect the tree. I wanted them to be a part of it and not just… sit there and watch me do it type of participation but I was fully prepared to allow them to adorn the tree however they saw fit.
This is a special Christmas for me and my family as it is our first one in our new home. Since December ’13 until August of this year myself and my brood were lucky enough to live with my mother. In August I got the amazing news that I had been housed with a housing agency. So this year will be memorable to wake up to Santa in my own gaff!
Enough of the sentiment and back to the fun we were all going to have putting up the tree. My mother arrived with the stuff. As I pulled out the tree I remembered the day it was bought. I said to her…. guess how much this tree cost me?……. €18! As I removed it from it’s cardboard jail it was all too apparent why it only cost €18. I’ve come across more lush cactus than this tree.
Undeterred we soldiered on. I fleshed the branches out as best I could and then looked to where it was going to stand. The whole sitting room had to be changed around to fit in the tree. So what started out as tree time had turned into 60 minute makeover. I was already exhausted. We found it’s home and I put on the lights. Ready to allow the children to put on the baubles.
The enthusiasm was heart warming. I handed them some baubles and let them at it. We all sang Christmas carols as we put them on…….. no we bloody didn’t, it’s not some true movie you are watching here with your one out of little house on the prairy… this is real life!!!! The Sun and Moon put on literally two decorations before they got fed up.
But my wee little Star…. she showed so much determination. Back and forth into the container and tried with all her might to put them on. She wasn’t very successful but she was really enjoying it. When the lights went on… all four of them…. she ooohed and aaaaahed. Bless her little cotton socks.
The finished result was decidedly underwhelming but I don’t care. I have my own home and I have plenty of time to build up my collection of festive ornaments. It’s not the decorations that makes the season special. It’s family and friends, my own home and my three (sometimes) lovely children gathered at my feet…. killing each other!!!
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Yes i’m talking to you. You dear other mother that is reading this blog. I would like to address this strange dynamic that you and I, as mothers, have with one another. We both have children. Whether you gave birth, someone else gave birth for you or you took on a child, we are both now blessed in our role as mother. This role might involve one or more children but the title remains the same. You might have a partner or a husband or mulitple sexual partners that you call on from time to time ( you lucky bitch) but again we are both mothers. You may have a job or a number of jobs or you may be a stay at home mother but guess what yes at the risk of being predictable we are both mothers. So now that we have established that we are part of the one team. Why is it we compete and compare?
When I had my first son I had a feeding schedule that I adhered to at all costs. I was rigid to a fault. If I broke from my routine the universe would surely implode of that I was convinced. I did it by the book and was doing everything ‘right’. Then guess what I discovered? My besty who I genuinely consider to be an excellent mother had her own feeding schedule and it was so different to mine. How could this be? I found my inner voice muttering things like…. it’s not how I’d do it? surely that can’t be right? is that even good for the baby?……when I calmed because we all know you go a little crazy on your first I realised there is no one way to do anything and that all you have to do is your best.
Potty training, soothers, screen time ( american way of saying watching tele and playing video games) consumption or lack thereof fruit and vegetables, co-sleeping, breastfeeding and allowing them cordial are all subjects that could cause two otherwise sensible mothers to row like children in baby infants.
I took the soothers off my boys when they were 11 months old. I found other mothers who were happy for their own children to have a soother make excuses to me once they realised mine no longer had theirs. The truth being it’s none of my business if your child had her soother until the day she heads off to college. That is your parenting choice and the only one that has to be happy with it is you!
I lay with my boys every night until they finally give up the will to be awake! It’s a long drawn out process that I used to hate. I now try and see it as an intimate time when they both have my full attention and I enjoy it. My mother thinks it’s madness and she’s probably right. I’m the only one that has to deal with it though so I am going to continue as I am. If your child sleeps with you until his wedding night it’s no skin off my nose because that is your parenting choice and the only one that has to be happy with it is you!
I allow my children have more treats than I’m happy to admit to. I’m not asking you to come mind them when they have the ‘e’ sugar rush and are literally licking the walls. I’m also not asking you to comfort my child when the chocolate goes up his tooth and pains him which I’m sure is a direct result of too may sweets. This is a poor parenting choice that I make. For what reasons I’m not sure but I’m the one that has to live with it.
So I suppose the point of this little rant is to encourage us as mothers to support each others choices. If we need to be critical we always have the Kardashians to pick on. A high horse is not a good vantage point to have because when you fall it’s gonna hurt! I’m speaking from experience.
I don’t often have many good words to say about myself. Part of the reason is a really bad habit that I have gotten into of running myself down. Sometimes I don’t even believe what I am saying but I might just say it for comedic effect. Other reasons are low self esteem and lack of confidence but there’s nothing funny about those attributes so we shall swiftly move on. Continue reading “I’ll give it a good go!!”
Well as most of you know by now I was not chosen to lead the country in our battle against the bulge. I have to admit that I’m seriously disappointed. I really doubt myself when it comes to my ability to loose weight. Turn harmless statements into dirty sexual innuendo (in your end do …. snigger) I have down to a fine art…. weight loss not so much.
Not one to dwell on my failings I am moving forward with a positive attitude. There is a certain amount of relief in not being picked as it would have meant two days a week away from the kids. Bliss for me (joke) but would have put a lot of pressure on my family and friends and they already do enough for me as it is.
So my basic attitude moving forward is to move more eat less. I’m not dieting I am just going to make better decisions as much as I possibly can. I am going to get busy living and stop dwelling on my downfalls.
The last few weeks have been amazing and the support people have offered have been really heart warming. Everyone I know has faith that I can do this so I’m gonna give it a good aul go. I have now declared to the world I want to loose weight so there is no going back.
The five leaders are a great bunch of people and I can’t wait to follow them. I have already decided that Clare will be my leader. She already made such a huge impact on me on the assessment day so I’m backing her all the way.
I have to buy a sports bra because I’m going to be attempting to learn to jog 5km come the end of February. I may have to go to the credit union for a large personal loan to buy one cause in my size those babies are not cheap!
Thanks for the support and I promise I won’t bore you with Op/Tran stuff ( that’s what the cool kids call it ) all the time. Here’s to a healthier me.
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Well the cat is out of the bag. You now all know that I have applied for Operation Transformation. For those of you who don’t know Operation Transformation is a show that helps people loose weight and get healthy. Simple eh? Well if it was simple I wouldn’t be looking for help from a television show would I?
So the process began with a very lengthy application form. Continue reading “Operation ‘Have I lost my mind?’”
I went hunting today. Before anybody throws a tin of paint over me while I cue for the school to open, no, not that kind of hunt. I was on the prowl for socks. Those elusive creatures. Originating in pairs but somehow they always seem to find themselves alone. Continue reading “My Sock Story”
I called this blog Blush because I love make up, Babies because I love my children and Belly because I hate my weight. They say you should write about what you know and I certainly know a thing or two about weight. I would like to think that my posts are generally amusing but writing about my weight I find jokes hard to come by. I’m such a cliche, a big girl with a big personality to match. It’s that bubbly disposition that hides, for the most part, how I really feel about my body.
I hate my body
That’s quite a tough sentence to write and even a bit extreme you might say but it’s true. Continue reading “The Belly Part”
Well here I am about to start another new project. I’m a divil for starting things that I never finish. Me mother said I probably wouldn’t have finished my pregnancies had I a choice. Which brings me to the reasons why I have started this page. Continue reading “The Why!”